The rather strange routine described below was an essential part of my childhood years!
WHITE RABBIT!
'White Rabbit! White Rabbit! White Rabbit!' Three times to make sure!
I'd lie there stiff as a poker gazing at my bedroom door.
On the very first day of every month those strange words must be said.
The room was pervaded with magic as I waited in my bed.
Would my mother forget to say them, those words of immense portent?
If she did, my goodness, what punishments would be sent?
If we didn't say 'White Rabbit' as soon as we awoke;
If those magical words 'White Rabbit!' were not the first we spoke
The most terrible fate awaited us; there was nothing we could do!
We'd be buffeted by misfortune until the month was through.
In the morning I'd awaken and I would hold my breath;
The strength of the tradition scared me half to death!
Supposing she said 'Wake up, dear'! We'd be doomed for thirty days!
The Rabbit was supernatural and had very nasty ways!
We'd remind each other the night before; 'Watch out!' and 'Don't forget!'
Luckily we were careful and we hadn't forgotten yet!
But there'd be floods and famine if those magic words weren't spoken;
The flowers would die, the roof cave in and every cup be broken!
My bedroom door was opening! My mother was coming in!
'White Rabbits!' we cried in unison!
Another month could begin.
Note: White hares were supposed to be 'familiars' of Witches in early Britain; 'White Rabbits' are said to have been guilty by association!
Note: White hares were supposed to be 'familiars' of Witches in early Britain; 'White Rabbits' are said to have been guilty by association!
